Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Liechtenstein and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Wolf Eyes to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Alton Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
Main Source,
Suburban Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minny Pops,
Brick,
Gichy Dan,
Adolescents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League,
The Buckinghams,
Stereo Dub,
The Invisible,
Sandy B,
Lindisfarne,
Supertramp,
Royal Trux,
Pussy Galore,
June of 44,
Bauhaus,
Rod Modell,
Masters at Work,
The Gun Club,
Make Up,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pagans,
Talk Talk,
Scientists,
Babytalk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barbara Tucker,
Moby Grape,
Heaven 17,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pulsallama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Average White Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swans,
The Fugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Deepchord,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sixth Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flipper,
Swell Maps,
Tom Boy,
Shoche,
Smog,
Gang of Four,
Dual Sessions,
Bluetip,
Grauzone,
John Lydon,
Bootsy Collins,
Minnie Riperton,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.